Up and not at ’em

Summer is at school; we saw a police car with flashing lights in the parking lot. Normally, I just might have come home with a tale of oh-who-knows-what-I-would-embellish about the cop car. This morning, I just came in, got a soda and found a comfy place to sit.

I am not at ’em yet; heck, I’m barely up.

Perhaps the car kept its lights flashing because this was part of a drug bust, and not just a small traffic violation. On my way out of the lot, I saw another police car behind me, which turned off to join the other one. I could have pulled into a spot, pulled out my iphone and documented the story of the century! But I just came home and minded my own business. Is this the end of Little Rico?